Cedric smiled as he led them towards Greenwich Park. "I remembered what you'd said," he whispered, "about places Muggleborns would know."
They looked over the grassy fields in confusion...until Sirius gasped, "Cattermole?!"
A middle-aged man glanced up from his children. "Ah, our smugglers."
Suddenly over ten different families looked their way.
"...Cedric, what's going on?"
A shrug, "some mess at the Ministry this morning let them escape."
Her eyes lit up with understanding.
"Right, I'll start the array."
Sirius threw an arm over Cedric, "not bad, kid."
Cedric shrugged him off, scowling, "not a kid."